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Title: What An Ordinary Evening Can Reveal
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Pairing: Sarek/Amanda
Rating: R (I say cock, can I say cock and have it be R?)
Summary: Amanda waits at home for Sarek's return from work
Word count: ~2,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Note: This is for the striptease/exposure square of my kink bingo card. And yet there is more schmoop than kink, I think. Ah well, Sarek and Amanda are hot and sweet. One more to go for a bingo!
"Wife?" Sarek's voice traveled down the hallway ahead of his footsteps, to the bedroom where Amanda had smiled to herself as she watched the old-fashioned clock march with Vulcan precision to what would have been 5:47pm on the dot if they had been on Earth. She hadn't noticed it at first, too caught up in disguising her own difficulty adjusting to life on a planet so different from her home; it had taken six months to realize that not only did Sarek leave the house at the same time each morning, but he returned in the evening with a scant three minutes in variance. It made her laugh, and he had often caught her mouth in the remnants of a lingering smile when he kissed her, always chaste kisses in greeting that often turned salacious because kissing Sarek was one of her favorite hobbies.
"In the bedroom, Sarek." It wasn't actually necessary to inform him. There were only so many places she could be in the efficient little house that was, with Amanda's careful choices, becoming an apt illustration of just how well Vulcans and humans could live together. But Amanda shifted against the pillows and waited for him to appear in the doorway.
( There were benefits to having such a predictable man as her husband. )
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Pairing: Sarek/Amanda
Rating: R (I say cock, can I say cock and have it be R?)
Summary: Amanda waits at home for Sarek's return from work
Word count: ~2,000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Yes!
Note: This is for the striptease/exposure square of my kink bingo card. And yet there is more schmoop than kink, I think. Ah well, Sarek and Amanda are hot and sweet. One more to go for a bingo!
"Wife?" Sarek's voice traveled down the hallway ahead of his footsteps, to the bedroom where Amanda had smiled to herself as she watched the old-fashioned clock march with Vulcan precision to what would have been 5:47pm on the dot if they had been on Earth. She hadn't noticed it at first, too caught up in disguising her own difficulty adjusting to life on a planet so different from her home; it had taken six months to realize that not only did Sarek leave the house at the same time each morning, but he returned in the evening with a scant three minutes in variance. It made her laugh, and he had often caught her mouth in the remnants of a lingering smile when he kissed her, always chaste kisses in greeting that often turned salacious because kissing Sarek was one of her favorite hobbies.
"In the bedroom, Sarek." It wasn't actually necessary to inform him. There were only so many places she could be in the efficient little house that was, with Amanda's careful choices, becoming an apt illustration of just how well Vulcans and humans could live together. But Amanda shifted against the pillows and waited for him to appear in the doorway.
( There were benefits to having such a predictable man as her husband. )
